Ictus? Drop it.

This one time, at beatbox camp, we stuck a dizzying array of things people hit to make music into our brains. In this Memorial Weekend  taping we celebrate the Detroit Electric Music Festival, aka DEMF, aka Movement, by reimagining Drum Corps with synths and nudity. Eric can't take a compliment to save his life, but that's okay because Nathan can't give one without sarcasming it up. We hang out on the roof and there aren't even zombies to hide from. Man crush admissions abound with the inestimable Neil Gaiman and the incalculable Beardyman. That is, an inestimable Beardyman that isn't Tim. 30 seconds of racism. This file ain't FLAC, so there. Two cones and a rod. Enjoy the shawarma.

Posted on June 1, 2012 .